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TABLE OF CONTENTS
This is called Joshua Dipert
Charles M Jim Goebel
Confucion Say Sheryl Mastalesh
Lost Leader Tony McFadden
The Blue Swallow Motel Chris Savini
Mirror, Mirror Rita Bieniek
One Jim Goebel
Aerodynamics Joshua Dipert
Tree Tragedy Rita Bieniek
Wordy Lessons Laura Maxwell
Columbus Joshua Dipert
12. Election Glass Tony McFadden
13. Freedom rrrings Sheryl Mastalesh
14. Freedom Joshua Dipert
15. The Weekend Laurie Montgomery
16. Outlines BreeSayers
17. Hand Me the Gat? Adam Wilcox
18. Pro-Choice _ Donica Ram pa
19. Requiem to a Fetus Sheryl Mastalesh
20. My Mother Against It Jennifer Rohr
21. Lost It Bree Sayers
22. Little Things Laura Maxwell
23. The Joys of Christmas Rita Bieniek
24. Blizzard's Blanket » Joshua Dipert
25. Some Quotes Tony McFadden
26. Another Quote Tony McFadden
27. Miser Steve Marker
28. A Class in the Half-Life of JUCO Jim Goebel
29. Sonic (Haiku) Joshua Dipert
30. Reflection Tony McFadden
31. Dementia Chris Savini
32. Market in My Land Jennifer Rohr
33. The Stairs .. Joshua Dipert
34. Will Power Laura Maxwell
.35. Colors ...... . .....Tina Szegedi
36. Earthbound BreeSayers
37. Silence Jim Goebel
38. Denial Janine Passehl
39. He Spoke in pseudo-philosophies ....Donica Rampa
40. Troll Boy BreeSayers
41. Handsome Young Man Heidi Terry
42. Lesson Tony McFadden
43. Role Revolution Sheryl Mastalesh
44. Hectic Morning ...... . ... Joshua Dipert
45. Dirt ^ Chris Savini
46. In a Chapel „. _ Laura Maxwell
47. Distance Jim Goebel
48. Seventh (Son/Sun) Joshua Dipert
49. Philosophy Tony McFadden
50. 11:9 Jim Goebel
51. Graveyard Daze Chris Savini
52. Dream Scheme Rita Bieniek
53. Neglect Laura Maxwell
57. Rock 2.
59. Frail Spark
Berry Nice Sheryl Mastalesh
Stain Bree Sayers
Alzheimers Joshua Dipert
Melancholy Joshua Dipert
Snake Charmer Donica Rampa
Joyce Blue Chris Savini
Natural Disaster Joshua Dipert
She's a Quiet One Donica Rampa
Sight-seeing Bree Sayers
True Game Adam Wilcox
.05 Seconds in My Head „ Chris Savini
Hate Breed „ Adam Wilcox
72. #2 Bree Sayers
73. Cowpunch Chris Savini
74. Destiny Joshua Dipert
75. Land Rights Joshua Dipert
76. White Man's Haiku Tony McFadden
77. Rebuttal Tony McFadden
78. Big Mac Tony McFadden
79. Native Spirit Steve Marker
80. The Older Woman Cheryl O'Brien
81. Standing Jim Goebel
82. Just a Few Words Steve Maielli
83. Just a Few More Words Steve Maielli
84. Mortality Laurie Montgomery
85. Sam Donica Rampa
86. Small Men Joshua Dipert
87. Common Sense Chris Savini
88. Mastermind Adam Wilcox
89. Strong Storm Clouds Joshua Dipert
90. Woodssong Joshua Dipert
91. Sumptious Season Laura Maxwell
92. Wolverine Joshua Dipert
93. Thin Ice Joshua Dipert
94. Mother and Child Sheryl Mastalesh
95. Damn These Bars Jim Goebel
96. Blues Bar 1258 AM Chris Savini
97. Call Me a Pig Tony McFadden
98. Corpse Joshua Dipert
99. Quilted Laura Maxwell
00. Faces Jim Goebel
01. Leaf Joshua Dipert
0Z Reflection Cheryl O'Brien
03. Wrong Tony McFadden
04. A Life's Harvest Sheryl Mastalesh
05. Cat Joshua Dipert
06. Kinkii Joshua Dipert
07. Ode to a Roach Laura Maxwell
08. Appearances Can Be Donica Rampa
09. Losing Jim Goebel
10. 1 Want to be Liberated Sheryl Mastalesh
11. On a Couch Chris Savini
1Z Father Father Son „ Tony McFadden
13. Help, Help! „ Sheryl Mastalesh
14. Garbage „ Janine Passehl
15. Bizarro Tony McFadden
16. Arbor, Answer Me Sheryl Mastalesh
17. A Short Narrative Joshua Dipert
18. Autumn Blizzard Joshua Dipert
19. Night Joshua Dipert
20. Vanity Insanity Adam Wilcox
21. Sonic . — Joshua Dipert
22. Excalibur „ Joshua Dipert
23. In Closing Tony McFadden
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1. THIS IS CALLED
A PYRAMID JOKE.
n CONTAINS NO EFFORT
AT SILLINESS, LET ALONE SERIOUS
HUMOR, OR EVEN SARCASM. HOWEVER, DUE TO
ITS SHAPE IT IS ALMOST GUARANTEED TO BE READ ALL
THE WAY TO THE END BEFORE THE READER NOTICES THE JOKE: HIM.
Ironic that a society who hailed Columbus yesterday,
condemns him today, and kills unborn babes every-
Because the whites don't want more blacks,
and the blacks don't want more whites,
and the grey don't know what they want.
How will they survive tomorrow?
2. CHARLES M
I have often wondered,
If Charlie Brown had any guts,
Would he get real angry,
Working for just Peanuts?
4. LOST LEADER
Is there a man out there?
Any voice to speak up for atrocities?
Lead a boxed-in head to a bright light
Hear the blind, and see the deaf,
who made them this way,
And even those who remain open are
Left without direction.
Where's my guide?
I feel alone.
5. THE BLUE SWALLOW MOTEL
Steam rose from the shower stall, annexing
the air and condensing on the faded blue walls.
Inside the stall, a man stood hunched forward,
resting his head against the wall. The
showerhead spat hot water onto his chubby
frame, scalding his back. He smiled under the
pain. The heat of the water intensified with
every drop, and when it reached its apex he
plunged his face into the boiling spray.
This was his ritual, his ceremony. The wa-
ter had to be hot. It had to purify him. It had to
burn away the skin that had touched the face
of carnal sin and had loved the feel of it.
Steam poured into the bathroom as he
stepped out of the stall. He grabbed the coarse
motel towel with a gaudy olue swallow em-
broidered into it and driea himself vigorously.
His skin ached under the scratchy fabric, so he
rubbed harder, showing no mercy. He wiped
the waterv film away from the mirror and
stared at nis reflection. His face, hands, and
genitals had taken on the deep scarlet color of
a first degree burn. He smiled and winked at
his reflection and then dressed himself.
The hooker was lying on the bed when he
came out of the bathroom. She was still naked
and entranced with an episode of That Girl . It
wasn't until he brushed ner purse while pick-
ing up his shoes that she noticed he was in the
"Don't mess with my purse!" she barked.
'Trust me darling, I nave no interest in the
contents of your purse/' he replied. He had
already gone through her purse looking for
weapons when she had been out of the room
earlier. "Why aren't you dressed? Cover your-
self," he said.
"You weren't complaining 20 minutes ago.
Besides I want to take a shower," she said as
she rose from the bed. Her soft pink body
glided past him, and he stared at her as she dug
tnrougn her purse. She pulled out a towel but
couldn't find her bar of soap. "I hope you
didn't use all the hot water, she said , still
hunched over her overnight bag.
'1 think there might still be some left," he
said inching toward ner.
"There better be. You were in there forev-
there's my soap!"
She jumped up and turned, nearly knocking
into her chubby customer. "Shit! Don't creep
up on me like mat!" He was staring down at
her intensely, his upper lip trembling uncon-
trollably. She didn't fike the way he was look-
ing at her. His red face and quivering lip made
her uneasy. "I found my soap," she said ner-
vously. The sound of her voice infuriated him.
The innocence of her tone made him sick. He
didn't see a tragic young girl in front of him, he
saw a filthy wnore. A living reminder of his
own weakness. She had tempted him, just like
the others, and he hated her for it. He had
purified himself in the shower, and now he
needed to erase her and everything she stood
She began to side-step her way towards the
bathroom. The look on his face told her that he
wasn't thinking nice thoughts, and she wanted
at least a bathroom door separating them. But
before she could reach the tnreshold, his hand
was around her throat. She tried to scream, but
his grip held it inside. She tore at his eyes with
her nails and managed to draw blood before
his fist knocked her to the ground. Once again
his hands found her throat. She wrestled with
him, ripping at his hair and face. It had never
been this difficult for him before. She punched
him hard in the throat, which caused him to
loosen his grip long enough for her to knock
him off her chest. She staggered to her feet and
tried to reach the door, out she could feel
herself losing consciousness. The chubby man
snatched a lamp from the nightstand and
swung it savagely at her head. He struck her
once, caving in her skull. She died instantly.
Her limp body lay in a ridiculous position
at the foot of the bed. He stood above her,
staring fixedly at the heavy wrought iron lamp
gripped by his right hand. Blood was running
into nis eyes and nis chest was heaving franti-
cally. His eyes slipped down and found the
dead girl. Nausea overpowered him.
He stumbled into the bathroom and retched
all over the sanitary seal on the toilet. Sharp
pains shot through his left arm and then in-
vaded his chest. He couldn't catch his breath
and his heart felt as if it would pound through
his rib cage. He remembered promising his
doctor to lose sixty pounds. A promise he
failed to keep, and was now paying for. He
collapsed into the toilet and then onto the floor.
The chubby man's body convulsed and
contorted under the pain in nis chest. He tried
to recite the Lord's Prayer but couldn't form
the words. He rolled over onto his belly and
groped at the porcelain.
1 just need to get on my feet, and I'll be
fine," ne thought as his eyes stared up at the
faded blue walls, and then everything went
The walls and floors were made from hard
gray stone. Everything about the room was
cold. Water dripped incessantly in the corners,
creating a maddening symphony of gentle
splashes which echoeaeternally. In the center
of the chamber stood a magnificent blue and
gold throne which seated a cadaverously white
young woman. She sat slouched against the
chairs arm, smoldering inside her gut. Her
head still rang from the blow she had received
less than an hour before. Blood trickled from
her lip, she spat a mouthful onto the floor. Rats
scurried from the shadows to lap up the salty
life she so casually gave up.
"That bastard!" she screamed in an inhu-
man voice which cracked the walls and ex-
ploded inside the ears of the rats. "He will
suffer in such a way that Satan wul shiver in
He stood in the shadows of the doorway,
watching her vent her anger on the miserable
rats. She was just the kind of girl he liked;
boyishly cut blonde hair, perfectly pale skin,
and a slender body which was concealed only
with a thin white gown that dropped down to
her bare feet. He almost regretted bashing in
her skull with a lamp. Like a madman, he
inched forward out or the shadows and into
She caught the chubby man out of the cor-
ner of her eye and smiled. She glided towards
him and circled like a blood-crazed shark,
whispering horrible and erotic things into his
ears. Her cobalt blue eyes stabbed into him.
Sweat poured down from his receding hair-
line, she traced designs into his neck with her
nails, cutting him once or twice. His nerve
endings swelled and the sweat poured faster.
She continued to circle and told him all the
terrible things she was going to do to him. He
had never been this aroused before or this
She grabbed him by the back of the shoul-
ders and pulled him close. Her hot breath
warmed the back of his neck as she licked his
earlobe. She sighed softly and then threw him
forward face first into the stone cold wall.
Blood from his nose spilled onto his white
'That's going to leave a stain/' he groaned.
She walkea up behind him and plucked a
single hair from the back of his neck. She then
turned him around and tore every stitch of
clothing from his body. He stood there naked
and wondering what would come next. His
answer came in the form of a sharp crack to the
head. His body slammed against the stone
floor. He lay there silent, his eyes focusing on
the pile of decaying flesh in the corner, her
laughter swelling in his ears. He closed his
eyes and cried, spewing out entreaties and
apologies. She laughed harder.
Hot water scalded his back, and the steam
rose from the shower stall, annexing the air
and condensing on the pale blue walls. He
lifted his head from the dank tile and plunged
his face into the boiling spray. Hurriedly, the
chubby man exited the shower stall, grabbed a
coarse motel towel, and opened the bathroom
The hooker was lying naked on the bed
watching an episode of That Girl .
"Ihope you didn't use all the hot water,"
she said as she rose from the bed.
"No, I think there might be some left," he
said. The sound of her voice made him sick.
She glided past him and dug into her over-
"She's just like the others," he said silently
under his breath. "I purified myself in the
shower, now I must erase her ana everything
she stands for."
He grabbed the wrought iron lamp from
the dresser and crept up behind her. She turned,
almost knocking into ner chubby client.
'1 found my soap," she said nervously. He
swung the lamp savagely into her head. Her
limp body fell to the ground. He dropped the
lamp ana smiled at his accomplishment.
Laughter swelled inside his ears. He
dropped to his knees in agony and watched the
pretty young hooker with boyishly cut blonde
nair rise to her feet. She circled him like a
blood-crazed shark and whispered horrible
and erotic things into his ears. He sat on his
knees praying for forgiveness and an end to
6. MIRROR MIRROR
I look into my mirror
I do not find me there
A reflection appears
I just stand ana stare
Where did the girl go
The one so young and f air
10. WORDY LESSONS
A tree with no leaves,
A river with no water,
A bird with no wings,
A painting with no color,
A radio with no songs,
A book with no pages,
A symphony with no rhythm,
A flower with no scent,
Thar s what ifs like,
Soaring slowly a
solitary sailing page
takes flight for a time.
9. TREE TRAGEDY
Ifs sad, I agree, the death of a tree
The forests are disappearing rapidly.
I fear I am involved in genocide
I am part of the killing tide.
How many lives did I cut down today?
I'm too embarrassed to really say.
I care, I really do
But I am wasteful, ifs true.
Will I learn my lesson before ifs too late
Or have I already sealed my fate?
I guess the future will quickly unfold
Will I ever learn the lessons rve been told?
Maps, books, globes,
Thesaurus, & dictionaries
These are the treasures
That fill my dreams
These contain words
That change men's deeds
To further quests,
To higher zests.
The bite orlanguage,
The rebels gain.
To wit & humor,
To words, I drink.
These are the tools
That make men think.
A Patrick Henry,
Where would he be,
Without the fiery language, he
Could use to set a
Or Thomas Paine
Whose "Common Sense,"
To stand their ground
& turn the mighty
Of Paul Revere,
A sanctioned ride,
To warn of war
& stem the tide
Of Kingly pride
remove the kick
of redcoaf s power
And make the Brifs
To quake & cower.
To higher acts
Yes, even the eventual end
Of cursed, wretched
So we became
As song has said
Home of the brave
Land of the free,
In time, could pen
His boldened plea
Of equal life and liberty.
An even search
A book it is
A thing to cherish,
Without their lore
Yet may we perish.
Come now my friend,
Do you agree/
A book it is
A thing of glee!
Yes, words, & books, & maps I love.
For they inspire
Our worldly deeds,
And our desires
he brought a new
day to a heathen land,
carrying with him the gospel
12. ELECTION GLASS
I can see right through you transparent
why don't you lie a little louder so those
in the blina behind can see you're really
13. FREEDOM RRRINGS
In a country where you can
cheat on your wife, taxes,
medicare, and the draft,
and still be elected to
an official position....
fought John Bull for
freedom and his own pride
warred as best he could, and gained
15. THE WEEKEND
A relaxing weekend, to start the summer
off. I remember thinking about going to my
Aunt Rhonda's and Unde Bob's in Chicago.
My friend Kate and I were planning to fly to
Chicago with my Mother and her sister to visit
some family. We were greeted by more than
family when we arrived. We took the 12:32 pm
flight out of Houston and we would be in
Chicago at approximately 2:32 pm. We were
flying non reservation which did not guaran-
tee us a seat on the plane. However, we made
it and our flight was not delayed. Uncle Bob
picked us up at the airport, excited to see his
two sisters and his most favorite niece. Our
long weekend was off to its start and long it
We arrived at the orange fire brick ranch
style house at about 4:00 pm. The house was
fairly spacious, four bedrooms, two and a half
bathrooms, a kitchen and dining room, a living
room and a family room, plenty of room for
My Aunt Rhonda came home from work at
5:00 pm and had to leave at 5:30 to pick up her
daughter April and her two grandchildren
Stepnanie and Jeremy from the airport. Jenny
was also traveling with the three, sne was the
babysitter. We would discover later that she
didn't have much experience, at babysitting
My aunt asked her daughter Racheal to go
to the airport with her because it had started
raining. Racheal refused to go, so I volun-
teered. My cousin could be such a bitch. I left
Kate behind because she wasn't feeling well.
The veal parmesan on theplane was catching
up with her. My aunt and I started off for the
airport, the rain wasn't heavy, butit was steady.
My aunt talked of April in the car. She was
excited for all of us to meet her. April was no
relation to me, but I was happy for Rhonda.
We arrived at the airport a little early, so
after we parked, we walked around a bit. The
airport in Chicago was very busy and knowing
only six people in the whole state, chances
were that I wasn't going to see any of them
there. I was walking in a daydream when I
realized my aunt was no longer with me. When
I turned around I couldn't see her either. She
was gone! Don't panic! I kept reminding my-
self not to panic!
I sat down on a worn out, drab brown chair
near where I lost my aunt, or where she lost me.
The time was 6:08 pm. I frantically looked
among all the travelers and their respective
hosts. There were many people, tall, short,
thin, fat, old, young, pretty, and pretty ugly.
None of these people even resembled my aunt.
The time was now 6:15 pm. I heard the paging
system announce a woman's name and even
tnough it wasn't mine, it sure gave me an idea.
I went to the nearest information counter to
have my aunt paged and I said to meet me in
the airport bar, cause I needed a drink. I found
the bar no problem. I couldn't figure out what
happened to my aunt, after all, this was her
damn airport, not mine. The bar was crowded.
I took a seat against the wall, drank a martini
on the rocks and waited, the time was 6:37 pm.
I knew April was coming in at 7:05 pm. I didn't
know the gate, even if I did, I would not have
recognized them. Then again, how could I
At 6:48 pm I had my aunt paged again. I
said I would meet her by the gate, provided I
could find it. The departure and arrival t.v.
told me it was flight 1017. 1 headed for the gate.
I had previously passed through airport secu-
rity when I saw more security up ahead. I
figured someone famous must be around. As I
grew closer, I had noticed the police and they
were motioning people away from the scene.
A thin woman with snort brown hair in brown
pants with a white silk blouse on was holding
a small child and screaming hysterically. An-
other woman was near her covering the eyes of
a young girl. I was standing right near them
when a cop pushed me back. I had a weird
feeling, I felt like I was going to pass out. I
rushed through the officers into the restroom .
They were gathered around. I don't remember
what any of them were hollering. I was aston-
ished wnen I entered the bathroom and there
was a dead woman. She was naked, hanging
by a metal bar above the individual grey filmed
sinks. She had medium length hair tnat was
brown, her eyes were bulging, bloodshot and
brown, her skin was blue, her face maybe more
of a purple. The dead woman looked like the
distraugnt young woman outside. Even more
so, the woman resembled Aunt Rhonda...
17. HAND ME THE GAT?
Legal for me
to own a gun
18, legal for
Him to carry a gun
to protect himself
from another who is
so on, and so on.
With this many who
Should anyone die
From gunshot wounds?
18. PRO CHOICE
the kitchen floor
I'll take my portion
to the corner —
adorn these hands
and color shamelessly.
Disregard the outlines.
I'll pardon your lack of
If you'llpardon my lack
of true Catholicism.
In fact, you may even
have to pardon my atheism.
While we discuss my
Lack of Faith
In the fact mat Someone like You
could be so lofty
To judge my decisions,
on my Dody,
on my child,
on my life,
When you lack even empathy
for someone who one day might be
or your wife.
19. REQUIEM TO A FETUS
My mother against it
Nature ended your life at minus three months.
There are those who say life hasn't begun yet
But I wonder as I look at those budding fingers
and round little tummy. That little dot of an
eye looks back at
me without notice.
Was it Hippocrates who said that life was
Our wise men and women today follow their
own satellite and
play their own God role, creating and ending
Perhaps you are better off not entering such a
20. MY MOTHER AGAINST IT
It happened one night
So dreary and awful
I was in so much pain
He wasn't at all thoughtful
My father was for it
My mother against it
He ignored me at school
I knew something was wrong
He thought I was a fool
I might as welTve been gone
My father was for it
I am so young
I said so many times
I can't handle it now
With the sound of chimes
Of wedding bells in my head
Where was it that I was misled
My father was for it
My mother against it
I knew the time had come
That something had to be done
After talking I knew
My father was for it
My mother against it
According to my father
"Getting rid of it" was the only way
My mother knew the pain involved
It would come back to haunt me some day
My father was for it
My mother against it
I was aproaching the final date
I knew a decision had to be made
I tried to talk to him
I was raining on his parade
My father was for it
My mother against it
I was forced to abide by my father's word
A part of me would soon be gone
I wanted to keep it
But, it would be wrong
My father was for it
My mother against it.
21. LOST IT
Tripped over your
You dropped it
in the aisle
looked so happy
22. LITTLE THINGS
In the Coolness of September morn
In the Dawning of the Waking Day
The world anal
We Share a Special Secret
of the Joy it is
23. THE JOYS OF CHRISTMAS
Another joyous holiday season is taking
shape and becomes a merry interruption of
daily routine. The stores are filled with harried
people shopping to the tune of Christmas car-
ols. Intermittent recorded commercials speak
of the latest in assault weapons guaranteed to
produce a squeal of delignt from your most
impressionable youth on Christmas morning
and greatly improve his standing in the kin-
The children are on reprieve from the
entrappings of their scholastic environment.
The house is no longer quiet during the day.
There are fights to referee and cartoons to
There are cookies to bake and pies to make.
The fragrance from the kitchen flows through
the house and embraces the occupants with a
blanket of warmth.
Grandma is planning her usual seven course
meal along with her seven course serving of
complaints. No one forces Grandma to pre-
pare such an elaborate feast, yet every year it is
understood that she expects everyone present
this year to be present next year, borne people
are just not happy unless they have something
to complain aoout.
Daria has been on her bi-yearly diet and
she's hoping to lose fifty pounds in the next
four weeks before coming to town for the
holidays. She always arrives five pounds
heavier than she was before her diet began.
The end of the season elicits a sigh of relief
from mothers everywhere. Children grudg-
ingly accept the fact that their two weeks of
vacation from school are over. Everyday rou-
tines are back on course. Grandma begins plan-
ning Easter dinner and Darla begins yet an-
24. BLIZZARD'S BLANKET
Complete cold coating
causes crazed contemplation,
buries earthen scars
25. "SOME QUOTES"
"Nothing means the world to me, otherwise
I'd be smiling"
"I never want to be myself, being someone
"Reverse psychology doesn't work on back-
"Powerful is the intelligent candle, for it can be
and form itself into a new being"
"If you didn't mean it, why did you have to
26. "ANOTHER QUOTE"
"When you give life a background
you need a change of scenery 7 '
29. SONIC (HAIKU)
Blue hedgehog bravely
fights to save his homeland from
There once was a rich man from Leeds
Whose money took care of his needs
But spend it he wouldn't
If s not that he couldn't
Twas something to do with his greed
On waking to start every day
He'd stare at his fortune ana pray
For more stored up riches
To sit and draw interest
Around him his gold drew decay
One morning when hiding some more
he found that his fortune was gone
But what did it matter?
When savings grow fatter
If giving you choose to ignore.
28. A CLASS IN THE HALF-LIFE OF
Half past eleven
Have to go
Look at the mirror
Outside you see a real man
Inside you feel lies.
I wonder how it must feel, to have no idea
who I am, where I am, how I got there, or where
I am going.
Wait... I guess I do know how that feels.
Well then, I wonder how it must feel, to see
the people I love, suddenly become total strang-
Wait... I suppose I know how that feels too.
I often think, what it might be like, to have
conversations with myself. For the simple rea-
son, that I would be the only person I could
Wait a minute... I know how that feels as
well. Damn! This is depressing.
32. MARKET IN MY LAND
Growing up in Saudi Arabia was a unique
experience for my family and I. When we first
got there, it was like walking back through
time. Imagine living life without McDonalds,
movie theaters, supermarkets, and no leaving
the house without the husband or father. Other
than usual things compensated our time. We
played cards and games, learned Arabic to-
gether and went to town.
When we went to town, my sisters, mother
and I dressed in black abiyahs (a long thin coat)
that covered each of us from wrists to ankles.
We would walk down the sand beaten paths
browsing for groceries. The meat market con-
sisted of an open air, tarp covered, twenty feet
of tables. The tables h ? a fresh fish flopping on
ice, cow's livers, tong : es, and freshly flanked
steaks. Live chickens ran frantically at our feet.
We could hear the snap of the chopping block
as poultry was being slaughtered.
The stench of the open air market left an
unsettling feeling in my stomach, but after a
few minutes I got used to it. At the end of the
meat section mere were bottles of labiyan,
goafs or cow's milk (there's no way to be sure).
My favorite part of the market was the fruit
and vegetable section. We picked through boxes
from Jordan of ripe tomatoes, green lettuce
and sweet tangerines. Sometimes a hub-hub
(watermelon) vendor would sell them out of
the back of his truck.
After shopping for our groceries, Dad
would bring us to the souk. It's an open air
mall-like shopping area. We would purchase
gold by the gram, pirated cassette tapes, and
authentic Arabian treasures such as rugs and
brass. Before leaving town we would stop and
get a shwarma. If s a gyro type sandwich stuffed
with chicken or beef (maybe). The vendor
stands on a dusty corner surrounded by alley
cats, but we still love the flame-broilea mari-
nated taste of the meat. The meat is wrapped in
warm pita bread, smothered with grilled to-
matoes and a cucumber yogurt sauce.
We always left town before the chaos of
9:00 pm prayer time. By then, some of the
stores would begin to close and we were tired
of walking in the 80_ salty air.
34. WILL POWER
I'm so tired,
if only I could
for a little while
However! Since it's nap time, I'm going to STAY
Figure clicks into my view
With a hair of curly lace
And a face of ironic white
This is my enemy?
Or so I am trained to think.
She is gentle and graceful
Like silk and fine wine.
She glances with happiness
Why is she my enemy?
The color of her skin.
I fail to see what is wrong with her-
Or worse yet-me.
33. THE STAIRS
Up is up and down
down but maybe still perhaps
around and around.
this apron string
ignored by the earthbound
yet holding on
as it unravels
Silent, sleeping female,
Do you know who I am?
Do you know about love?
About my feelings toward you?
As I watch
The tears of the moonbeam
Glisten upon your face
I can only think about
What it would be like
If I knew more about you.
you deny that you
no longer care
i deny that i
then i tell you that
i love you
and i mean it.
you tell me you lied.
i was much happier
39. HE SPOKE
He spoke in pseudo-philosophies,
and used tired liberal cliches,
And thought himself quite
In so many clever ways.
But his opinions didn't interest me,
for many held no logic.
His innuendos all but annoyed me,
for I found him unappealing.
I told him what he thought were secrets,
When really, I'd tell the world-
So he believed our bond a close one.
To me, the thought's absurd.
He brought to mind the sow's ear,
A silk purse he was not-
He was what he was, what he was
And he would never change.
He aspired to inspire me
Ironically, he has-
He thinks himself so much a man,
When really, he's an ass.
40. TROLL BOY
You can smile
Reclining on vour lie
and vou thinx
You ve got the
can see better
from where I
41. HANDSOME YOUNG MAN
He sits all alone,
this handsome young man.
He has nothing to gain,
he's done all that he can.
He thinks he's a loser
with nothing to live for.
He needs to realize,
his life is worth more.
For every step forward,
he's taken two steps back.
It seems everything he tries,
he doesn't have the knack.
If he'd try one more time,
he might get ahead.
But this handsome young man
has chose death instead.
There it is again,
Let me stop thinking,
Closed eyes brine vivid visions,
so much I can't sleep.
I'm alive in my dreams, or are
My dreams alive in me?
Either way I'm learning.
43. ROLE REVOLUTION
Man has been trying to figure out woman
since creation. This has not changed today, but
the role that woman plays has. Tnere has been
a drastic renovation of the female lifestyle in
my generation compared to my and write was
considered sufficient. As the children got older,
volunteer work or club membership filled in
spare time for women who did not enter the
work force. The beauty shop became a weekly
ritual because they were expected to look nice
for their man, and the shapely woman was
popular. Marital dissolution or having a child
out of wedlock was scandalous, and birth con-
trol methods were not dependable. A man was
supposed to open the door for a woman and
perform other courtesies. Mother's homemade
foods were daily treats.
In 1966 1 uttered my marital vows and was
considered what was now termed the home-
maker. This was the baby-boomer era and the
trend was moving toward the liberated
women's movement. A high school diploma
was important, and more girls pursued college
and a career. Unmarried mothers and divorce
were embarrassing, and the woman usually
got custody of the children along with ali-
mony. Manners were still considered impor-
tant. Women were not draftable during the
Vietnam war. Frozen dinners were on the fam-
Over the twenty-five years that I have been
married, women have gotten more involved in
the working world. More daddies are staying
home to take care of the children, and a lot of
women have a higher income than their hus-
bands. There are more women doctors, law-
yers, judges and other careers that once were
for men only. Some of the courtesies that
women had have been considered out of place
in the business world. Women are still trying
to look nice for their men and the cosmetic
business and plastic surgeons have benefitted
from this. The thin look in woman is popular
and anorexia is a growing problem. It is no
longer shocking to have a child without a
husband, and divorce is a common affair. Abor-
tion, artificial insemination, surrogate moth-
ers and sterilization have now entered the
medical maze. Many men are getting custody
of their children when there is a divorce, and
he might be the one getting alimony payments.
When the war in Iran took place, women re-
servists were taken to perform their military
duty. Prepared dishes and fast food restau-
rants are a more common part of the family
Woman is still a puzzle to man; he is not
sure whether to call ner Miss, Ms., or Misses.
She is also more competition to him in the
present. In the yesteryears of my mother's
generation, woman was dependent upon man,
tomorrow she may not need him.
44. A HECTIC MORNING
The cat decides to start to run about,
Kitten starts to disrupt the day ahead,
With dread I hear mother begin to shout,
So I am forced to choose to leave my bed.
With eyes still drooped and turned by sleep,
cat leap toward the hallway wall, collide
against my old antique, causing the dry
"ca-rack" of wood. I dove, my God I tried,
to save the lamp, but tripped and fell, kitten
had picked that spot as well. I cursed the cat
and lost my pride, when I became smitten
with sounds of sleep, and went back to my
and tired old bed, and chose to rest my tired,
sore head, and heard the kitten tear 'round
Grit in the air sticks to my face,
And it feels so good to be dirty.
Drunk I dance like God's jester
Under the "L" tracks.
Sparks like falling strobe lights
Slashing at the darkling sky.
And my shadows shrink and swell on the
I am preternatural, dancing for the dead.
Asphalt powders in my hands
and rains down and around my head.
I can taste the city on the steel columns
The metallic decay crumbles under my tongue.
Grunge coats my throat,
Filth fills my belly,
My voice pelts the bystanders like dirt
As I sing dirty songs
I am dirt, singing tor the masses.
Rain hemorrhages from the sky
Drenching my shell, filling my pores,
And boiling inside me.
My skin stretches grotesquely, as the pressure
I crack inside for the last time,
And split in a thousand places,
Scorching the city with steam.
I am a gas giant, ready to explode.
Just like you.
46. IN A CHAPEL
Treading softly in awe
into hushed silence
kneeling to find
a Presence there
In filtered light of purple paned air
is far away,
I sit alone with my maker
and Hope for His approval.
The rains were distant
Except to Noah,
Yet he believed in You.
The Red Sea was distant
Except to Moses,
Yet he believed in You.
The giant was distant
Except to David,
Yet he believed in You.
The rains, giants, and Red Seas
Are known to me,
Yet I falter in unbelief.
Am I distant to You?
48. SEVENTH (SON/SUN)
Despite his age, he is brighter.
Despite his size, he is stronger.
Despite his violent birth, he is gentle.
The golden light that rings his brow brings joy to those
He can give the gift of life, or condemn to a tortuous
He is a savior and a destroyer.
He is precious and eternal.
Birth, to die in disbelief
Death, to be born into a
New forever until time means
what is good
act upon these things
will discover One who
the right path.
From this disease that we call time.
52. DREAM SCHEME
I close my eyes to the light of day
Ifs wonaerrul to get away
I never have to start a car
My dreams are never far
I don't need to make a reservation
To enjoy an exotic vacation
There is no train to delay
My departure any day
No need to board a plane
There is never any rain
51. GRAVEYARD DAZE
Yesterday my sky fell down.
And no one seemed to care.
Yesterday my hopes all drowned.
And all I have is rear.
And I wish
That I could be a child.
Like I used to be.
Before I felt this death
Inside of me.
And now there's nothing left to dream.
And there's nothing left to be.
And I know that I will die,
The boat can't sail without me
My passport is hassle free
No duty tax to pay
Everything is done my way
Never sand from the beach
In a place I can't reach
Come along and see
Just close your eyes and dream like me
A Golden Marigold
Talks to me
of her thoughts
and her cares
While fading from cold.
Wouldn't it be incredible to see the world
through the eyes of a dyslexic?
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55. THE 986 SX WITH ULTRA-SUPER-
As I brought the computer home,
the words of the salesman echoed
through my head.
'Imagine! Information at your
fingertips! No more need
to worry about money troubles,
or the weather in Rio!"
'Imagine! With user friendly word
processing software included,
you can use your typewriter
as a doorstop or even a planter!"
"Imagine! With the speed of a 986SX
with an Ultra-Super-Incredible VGA
video card, you have
The Power Source of the Future!"
Imagine! Assembly instructions that
require a technical degree
from MTT or California Institue of
Technology, Mars Campus!
Imagine! So many wires, that you can
receive classic episodes of
"Hello, Larry," and "My Mother
the Car"on your monitor!
Imagine! With user-surly word
processing software, you can
erase your entire hard drive,
just by hitting the "Fl" key!
Imagine! Spending $3500 on the
Smith-Corona, here I come!
fused over millenia
roll slowly downhill.
57. ROCK 2
Heavy rhythm po
delicate fibers inside
a rounded carton
I can feel us growing.
59. FRAIL SPARK
See the candle flicker
dip to lap the wax
flutter with movement
fight for Breath
weeping her tears
tasting the atmosphere
yellowing the wall
60. .05 SECONDS IN MY HEAD
The closer I look
The smaller it gets
But there is always more to shrink
Universe to galaxy to system
To planet to nemisphere to country
To city to neighborhood to house
To family to person to brain
To hemisphere to lobe to neuron
A thought of eternity
But as I look into infinity
All I get is a headache
All I feel is hopeless, helpless
Fears that make Hell's fires flicker
And all I can do is hope
That I'm right, that I don't offend
Even when I'm sick
When my bones ache
Or have they buried before
And I'm part of some Orphic cycle
Until I get it right
Makes me Vegan, to think of Grandpa
Nature doesn t care
I don't even tick on her clock
And in a million years
I'll burn in someone else's engine
Tomorrow's fossil fuel
Tossing in bed
61. HATE BREED
back to the past
burning crosses at night
making me ashamed
of being white
tie the nooses tight
to end the clan of those
who preserve this fight
Hang 'em high!
62. BERRY NICE
Little circles of life
can be bitter, sweet,
You can coat them, or crush them,
Or take them just as they are.
this pathetic skin
petitioning the shower stall
one last drowning piece of
choking the corroded drain
dripping filth in solitude
dissolving a bar of soap
that cannot erase this
66. SNAKE CHARMER
. Joshua Dipert
He's in a box with
no lid confined all the same
no way out the walls.
Just a melancholy morning
in a melancholy day,
and the only thing thafs constant
is my melancholy way.
Doing melancholy labor,
getting melancholy pay,
and getting nothing for it
but a melancholy say.
Then I go home every evening,
see a melancholy play,
or maybe get my dinner
on a melancholy tray.
Yes, if s a melancholy living
over melancholy days,
yet the only thing thafs constant
is my melancholy way.
Into the pit
in flannels that
looked more appealing
with his long brown hair
Than they ever looked
with my dad's
Conservative Red Neck.
He'd forgotten the world- and me-
for a moment.
He was in a boyish frenzy,
Lost in a sea of
Limbs and Torsos.
-How I wished to be
lost and released that way-
Then as the Bass faded,
He was returned to me,
ancient soul cleansed.
I held him to me
and felt his heart.
And in that instant-
prayed that he
Would never leave.
67. JOYCE BLUE
Joyce is blue again, breaking with the seasons.
She holds no thirst for life,
She finds no friend in Jesus.
And every time I stare, she pulls me in
So scared she'll be alone again.
So sad to see her fading within,
To see her give up the ghost again.
And I break to feel her sinking
To feel her pull me into the fog that drags her
Down into the dullness she holds sacred,
The soup that steals her reason
And the color that stains her name.
68. NATURAL DISASTER
Hammer of an angry God,
a conquering wind.
69. SHE'S A QUIET ONE
She's a quiet one,
she don t say much
But I'll tell you something about her
-if you promise silence-
The clearing behind the old church,
-you know the one-
Is where you can find her
when there is no moon.
She gathers kindling and sets a blaze,
watching the flames lick the night sky.
And if you listen carefully,
from somewhere there are drums
that pound a primitive rhythm.
-Don't ask who plays them-
Only watch her
when she begins to dance
Around the fire.
Watch the reflection of flames
in her eyes.
Watch her beauty.
-Do not go to her-
only watch her when
She falls to the ground
Eyes" to the heavens
Watcn the pain
leave as the needle enters
And know the reason of her silence,
The truth behind the madness.
Lost in Chicago
late Saturday night,
we pass the
Reaganville on the
71. TRUE GAME
Whispers in your breath
Flowers and golden eyes
words and whistles of song
Short abbreviations of faith
sun goes down
beneath shady tree
silent murmur of nature's speech
joy thinning as you run away
only to come back again,
and lay down with the being
you do not understand
Mentioning phrases of promises
to be broken,
but I run away
and come bade again,
only to hear them
over and over
and keep the meaningless things from ending
and let nature have its way
He woke up at the same time
every morning and went to work at
the same place. Yesterday he did the
same thine except on his way home
he stopped and jumped off a bridge.
November 3, 1992 (Election Day):
I'm standing in a polling booth, at the In-
dian Oaks Recreation Center, faced with a
weighty decision. I already voted on all of
those trivial positions (you know, the ones that
will have a far greater impact on my daily life),
and now ifs time to use my voice. It's my
chance to shout my opinion so that it is heard
in Washington, D.C.. I made my decision a
long time ago, but now I find myself going
through the whole process over again, only in
extreme fast-forward. Bush, Perot, and Clinton,
these are my choices. (?) Of course, there is the
Socialist party, the Natural Order party, and so
on, but my sense of humor is not that warped.
Should I vote for Bush? I actually used to
feel sorry for him, like the guy in high school
who wore a Village People T-shirt to school
one day. He knew it was a mistake when he
walked through the door, but he refused to
take it off as a matter of principle, no matter
how much fun was made of him. Though
lately George is sounding more and more like
a grouchy old curmudgeon. Besides, I won't
vote for him simply because I know that Rush
Limbough is going to, and I like having as little
as possible in common with Rush Limbough.
Next there is Ross Perot. I want to vote for
him, just so I can see Dana Carvey's impres-
sions of him for the next four years. But I
should not let that influence a decision of this
magnitude. I like Ross, he is charming and
funny, but I have all this too-real vision m my
head of prime ministers and presidents of other
countries laughing more at him than with him.
No, give him nis own series not the presidency.
Finally there is Bill Clinton. I guess he wins
(my vote at least) by process of elimination. He
was my first choice. He claims that his admin-
istration would bringabout change. I doubt it,
but I'll let him try. Perhaps he can help the
economy, improve health care, and fight eco-
logical waste, but he cannot really change
America without asking all the Americans to
leave. Then again, none of us even register on
the geological Clock, and this whole voting
process is starting to seem very futile, but
Madonna says I should vote so I'll humor
Therefore, being as there are no more real-
istic candidates, rifpush this pin into Clinton.
But as I aim the pin I can hear the desperate
cries of conservatives nationwide.
"No! NO! Don't do it! He's a liar!"
Yes, you are probably right. Bill Clinton
may be a liar, a rather bad one. Then, Bush,
Perot, and probably most other politicians
throughout nistory were liars too. It comes
down to this: Do you want to vote for a good
liar or a bad liar? I'm voting for a bad one, this
way at least I'll know when ne is lying. Besides,
bad liars are easier to impeach.
And so, with conviction and moral sound-
ness, I stab the little dot next to Bill Clinton's
name. Maybe he will change the world.
And now as I pull my ballot from its slot, I
ponder a question which has been biting at the
heels of my brain for the past year. Why hu-
mans? Why, out of the entire animal kingdom,
did God choose mankind as the recipients of a
conscious mind, a soul, and the knowledge of
mortality? Why didn't the cows inherit the
Earth? This planet would be a whole lot differ-
ent if they had, I suspect. I can't imagine cows
waging war or enslaving one another, con-
structing tacky food outlets and shopping
malls. I oet they would lead a peaceful, veg-
etarian existence, grazing and discussing bo-
vine literature all aay long.
I turn and push aside the gaudy curtain
which concealed me as I "Rocked the Vote."
This room is overheated and I can't wait to get
out into the brisk November air. I stride to-
wards the white haired woman at the ballot
box. And as she takes hold of my ballot I retain
my grip for a second and utter very philo-
sophically, "Give a cow a mind and a poseable
thumb and I doubt they'd do much worse than
we." She smiles and arops my ballot into the
to wipe a race
off the face of the earth
was never earned by settlers, just
75. LAND RIGHTS
about their rights
to the land, yet they sell
their heritage for wholesale
76. WHITE MAN'S HAIKU
Vast beautiful land
You are mine for the taking
Screw the Indians.
Poor foolish white man
You will die not knowing peace
Greed makes you restless.
78. BIG MAC
Hi, welcome to McDonald's, may I take your
Yah, gimme 40 thousand acres of rainforest,
One hundred generations of native Indians,
And 12 species of animals....
79. NATIVE SPIRIT
Dawn is breaking, day anew
Sun is warm and sky is blue
Silent whispering morning tune
Autumn prairie daylight soon
Raintree in the forest bloom
Misty covered morning hue
Rolling meadow pastures flow
Planted harvest grain to grow
Sleepy shadow silence knows
Of a nation long ago
Sunlight glistening shore to shore
Native spirit long Defore
Sleepy village soon will rise
Groves of blossom ranges quiet
Rushing meadows flow
Wind-swept legend's whispering tone
Raintree in the forest bloom
Native spirif s wind-swept tune
Dawn is oreaking, day anew
Loving nation made for you.
80. THE OLDER WOMAN
Do you love her
Or is she just a screw
Does she like it
Or is she a old shrew
You are so young
And she is HOW old
Did she seduce you
Or were you feeling bold
Does she teach you tricks of the trade
Is she a sagey baggy mess
Do her wrinkles excite you
Or is it repulsion you don't confess
Do you revel in her age
And your youth when it's done
Or do you freeze in terror
When she moans "Yes, my Son"
She stands on the corner
A victim of change
She was left behind
From all the dreams she had.
The dreams of love,
Of a better life;
The things of which the future hold.
She stands on the corner,
Watching people walk by.
That they will open up
And share their dreams with her.
What those dreams are,
She can only wonder.
She stands on the corner,
Wanting to talk to you.
That you will open up
And share your dreams with her.
Won't you stop and chat
About the things the future holds?
82. JUST A FEW WORDS
Never listen to a fat man playing the tuba.
83. JUST A FEW MORE WORDS
Always listen because you never know what
Man in chair at window
upon a past
Chair at window
reflection of a man
He lit a cigarette
(one of the cheap kinds)
and criticized Republican politics.
Making himself comfortable in my
Big Black Beanbag
he asked me for an ashtray
and gave me the
on why guys wouldn't stay
with someone like me.
I said So he reads Cosmo
and told him to get a haircut.
He shot out a look
that might have embarrassed me,
-if I had anything to hide-
I told him he was pretty
self-righteous for someone
who usually slept in parks.
He said I might oe wise to watch
my razor tongue,
But I hadn't even be gun my
He stayed the night
Bet he was a good kisser.
86. SMALL MAN
In an unimportant
place, Small man is climbimg dunes,
Finding stone tablets.
On useless platforms
Small man reads ancient iron runes,
spheres, small Man worships dead moons
Down a helpless
hall, small Man will die very soon,
Amounting to naught.
In a decrepit
room, this small Man calls blacks "coons"
Thinking of nothing.
Small men fight worthless
wars with powerless words and
87. COMMON SENSE
Don't have kids when you have no job,
Mandatory birth control for welfare moms,
It may sound drastic, but if s what we need,
What good is freedom when there's no room to
Children are born into poverty,
No ambition! Only strife and cruelty,
Run wild, with no control,
And little opportunity to grow old.
He creeps, and crawls
came and stole my breath
don't save a prayer for the slayer
of those eternally slept
taught us to build
education swept up on our minds,
taking civilizations down
to their own death
looted the force of nature
using all knowledge found
feeding on its own strength
gaining the power to control
every living thing around
convinced us to help
him complete his task
rewarding us with a share of his knowledge
this continued, and decades passed
forming the perfect solution
to defeat our fear of the unknown
the product was finally complete
there were no others like it
so others built one just like it
only for the competition
to build others they had to supply him
all they could, while growing poor steadily
And this is how we are going to go
waiting for his toy to explode
bastard used his skills to manipulate
by exploring nature and taking everything and
to create an evil storm,
we wait in fear for its destruction.
PhD. Another mastermind, genius of the times
by controlling our minds,
what did you find,
that kept U.S. from falling behind.
89. STRONG STORM CLOUDS
Striking so swiftly,
a sledge strikes the anvil,
laying waste to worlds.
my feet, allowing me to
see, smell, sense, hear the living wood
91. SUMPTUOUS SEASON
Winter's not a bleak time
She's a saucy, sleek time
With Thanksgiving's quest
And Christmas blessed
To wrench and sting
at sleepy eyes.
Fall is gone.
But darling, daring Winter
Sings her own song.
unhindered by silver snow,
warrior returns to the den
93. THIN ICE:
A MODERN FABLE
Slipping slowly sideways Sam
Found himself in quite a jam.
Sam, you see, he could not swim,
So he found his chances slim
Of making it out of the river.
The thought of currents sent a shiver
running up and down his spine.
Sam spiea a oranch of dead dried pine.
This branch young Sam decided to grab
But then because of all his flab
The branch gave with a mighty "crack!"
Which sent poor Samuel flying back
Down the hill, the poor young boy,
He had become gravity's toy.
But then an idea came to his head,
Samuel would not end up dead
if he took off his hat and coat,
because he learned that fat will float!
Straining suddenly for his zipper
With a chubby hand (could be a flipper),
Sam flopped out of his hat and chest,
Felt cola ice against his chest,
Then hit an icy liquid flow,
Which carried the new continent as far as he
Then farther still and farther, till he came to
And floated like an iceberg till it hit a ship
The boat was sunk, its treasures lost
at millions of dollars cost.
All this because of little Sam,
Whom in his mouth he had to cram
all the food that he could find,
And although it isn't kind,
The moral is: Don't get too fat,
And that, my friend, is the end of that
94. MOTHER AND CHILD
The photo forces me to ponder on the many
times I heard my children say that there was
nothing to eat even though the refrigerator and
cupboards were filled.
I look at the picture of a starving mother and
child from Somalia at a feeding center, waiting
for food to save their lives from the war-caused
And think of the fast-food comercials and the
free toys luring our kids, who just have to have
those latest trinkets.
I study the face of the shriveled starving child
in the picture and envision the Gerber baby. As
a motner I can't even imagine the torment of
seeing a child wilting away before my eyes for
lack of food and water to die.
I notice that the mother and child are both
dressed in rags in the picture.
And I think of how many offspring in our
country must have special labels or heroes on
I check the emaciated little arm clinging to its
mother in trust in the picture. I think of the
extra pounds that I should shed.
And lfeel ashamed.
95. DAMN THESE BARS
Damn these bars.
They confine him,
Rob him of his freedom;
Sap what little strength he has.
Offer their advice,
Captives themselves longer than he,
Though no more wise in their actions.
The detatched warden
Doesn't say a word,
While calculating his filthy lucre,
Not caring of the surroundings.
I feel for the family he murdered,
With the action or poison,
He easily, carelessly,
Annihilated their existence.
As he wanders,
Captive by his prison of alcohol,
All I can say is
Damn these bars.
96. BLUES BAR 12:58 AM
Man on the euitar
Loses himself in his riffs.
I'm lost too
A voice soothes my head,
Siren, sings of love she lost.
I'm lost too.
Old man at the bar
Cries over fortune misplaced.
I'm lost too.
I listen to them.
I will sleep better knowing,
They're lost too.
97. CALL ME A PIG
Sitting silent among the outspoken, softspoken
Listening and stares.
Catching subtle lies in facial expressions meant
excite the flow of blood not the river of
feelings that might bring joy instead of sweat.
Love is a happy smile,
Nothing replaces contentment.
Physical sexuality or mental romance?
I prefer the latter.
A lingering memory of what someday brings
nealed by time or love through the years.
Don't touch my hand and say "I love you."
Get inside my mind and melt with me.
in the valley,
a lonely guardian
slowly falls and is butchered for
The quilts of yesteryear
Fabrics so rare
Crafted of time
& loving care
Worked with nimble fingers
Patience with flair
A cool Autumn night
With the moon up above
It's bloated and white
As the wings of a dove
The stars, how they shine,
So bright yet so few
Placea on their canvas
Of midnight blue
The breezes so cool
So soft to the touch
They remind me of one
One I love so much
I look at the water
Don't believe what I see
A reflection of the moon
And if s smiling at me
I can hear the clapping of hands;
Enumerated faces appear to the side,
With a pivotal point m their midst.
A plumage of bright red appears,
Speaks for a moment, then disappears.
A weighty subject keeps its balance,
Below the fraulein's house.
I can feel the clasping of hands;
Enumerated ideas appear in my head,
With a pivotal thought in their midst.
A plumage of bright red is there,
Loves for a moment, then despairs.
A weighty subject keeps its balance,
Below the fraulein's heart.
the slow decay of earth
a flowing gold leaf spawns new life
To begin a day with wishes,
of beine peacefully,
and only when the time's too late,
you blow out the candles for me.
The rising smoke taking my mind's eye
showing now painful pursuing happiness can
A pointless travel through soft hair.
104. A LIFE'S HARVEST
He said he does a great imitation of Cagney
after 5 shots of Jack Daniels.
Was he trying to impress me?
I've seen too many lives fermented.
Mirrored in my memory is a young man
with personality and potential
Who couldn't accept alconol's bitterness
and could only crush his addiction
by swallowing Vanish
tigress mellowed by her meows,
Dathed in fallen sun.
Little gray cat
came into my house and made
my other cat mad.
107. ODE TO A ROACH
(THAT NOBLE BUG)
Roach-y you are black and crawly
Hiding, hoaxing and appalling
running there across our floor
We don't want you anymore.
Stealing tidbits, trailing dirt
Dreary dickens of a flirt
Now we see you, now we can't
Make you welcome, no we shan't.
Busy, creepy, ugly roach
You have only come to poach
Spraying fumes are coming at you
What an odor of phe-ew!
Seal the windows and the doors
Let the insect raid bomb pour
We don't want you anymore!
Roach-y, Roach-y, you are doomed
crawling on in mist of fumes
Tell your family to beware
Don t come traipsing 'cross our floor!
We don't want you here no more !
108. APPEARANCES CAN BE..
You slap me
and try to knock me down,
and everyone who knows us
Thinks you're the greatest
I hold you,
and hide the body at my place,
and everyone who knows us,
thinks you've left without
"If s better to have loved and lost,
Than never loved at all,"
Yet every time I feel love,
I always take a fall.
I fear that she may move out to
A far and empty place
Leaving in this neart of mine,
A dark and somber space.
Sometimes she will say to me,
"I want to see some other."
But I'm thinking in my head,
She has a brand new lover.
I wish I'd never loved at all,
Than to have loved and lost
For I don't want my heart to be
An empty, bitter frost.
But, I guess, there is the hope
I'll be a better man,
So I'll try to fall in love
As often as I can.
110. I WANT TO BE LIBERATED
I want to be liberated
and yet, I like when you open doors for me
I want to be in charge
and yet, I like it when you're in command
I want to be individual
and yet, I want us to be one
I want to be free
and yet, I feel best within your arms
After all, I do need you.
111. ON A COUCH
Leap from your seat and tear me apart
Swallow my shell and lap up my soul
I feel so safe
Invisible against the fabric of this couch
Alone with you In my thoughts
112. FATHER FATHER SON
There was a man that called you son,
Now there's a man that calls you dad,
You've done the best for both of them
With all the time you had.
He saw himself in you,
And you look for you in me,
But growing up is part of life
Andsometimes if s hard to see.
Where did I go wrone,
Is now everything's alright
Whenever tnere's a struggle
If s the hardest time to fight.
Remembering the past is fine
As long as you still know
Two men will always love you
Even though one had to go.
113. HELP HELP!
Someone please save me
They are drilling holes at my very center
They are draining the liquid, from my veins
They are chopping away at my very limbs
My every breath is beine smothered
They are poisoning my drink with their excre-
They are dumping on me.
Does this sound like a lot of garbage?
Well, it is!
the pen caresses the paper
the way your hands once
caressed my flesh and
your words caressed my heart
only to find you
no longer wanted it
so you crumpled it up
and threw it away.
Someone out there doesn't like me.
No one close,
No one near,
A person with a hidden fear.
Keep him gone, they'll never know,
Inside me the stranger grows,
If s what is seen in comic books,
Different thoughts, identical looks,
I'm speaking of an evil twin
Holding back, but still within.
116. ARBOR, ANSWER ME
Towering Tree, whaf s your history?
I wonder what you have witnessed.
Maybe your parent gently dropped you from
her branched palm.
Or did the wind sail you to this spot as a seed?
Perhaps a pioneer planted you here as a sap-
Was a child ever carried up to the sky in a
swing by you?
Was someone's special pet laid to rest around
Did anyone ever hang to death from your
Do you worry about the great gusts or enjoy
briskly blowing through your coif?
Do you flinch at the strike of lightening or have
about chainsaw men?
Do the ants tickle you or do the termites tor-
as a cancer eating away at you?
Do you enjoy sunning yourself and showering
in the rain?
Does the frost bite your toes or do you enjoy the
squish of the
mud as you stretch beneath it?
When the wind wails with you, what story are
you trying to tell?
117. A SHORT NARRATIVE
As the brown grass cracked underneath
our feet, flickering veils of heat waved gently
upward, obscuring my vision and leaving the
ground hard and dry. My grandfather and I
were slowly loping our way toward the split
rail fence that bordered his Finley, Ohio lot,
both of us feeling the hot summer sun that
attacked our dry skin. Out of the corner of my
eye I saw a rabbit run to the cover of a brown
steel shed which stood on a neighboring prop-
erty futiley seeking shelter from the heat. As
we reached the fence, my grandfather and I
paused for a moment, each of us considering
the option of simply turning back to the cool
comfort of his house. As my grandfather looked
down at me, I saw a smile begin to crease his
cheeks. Putting his hand upon the top rail of
the fence, my grandfather lept over the ob-
stacle that had been placed there years ago by
another man, easily clearing its pinnacle. Awea,
I stood still for a moment, wondering how he
had done that. Deciding that it wasn t impor-
tant, I made my own four-year-old's way over
the fence, climbing each rail separately and
landing on the other side. As we turned, I
grasped the hand that had lifted Grandpa and
walked with him to the store.
118. AUTUMN BLIZZARD
flung together, furious,
If I look closely
I can almost see the man
running for his life.
120. VANITY INSANITY
flying from my wall
to see for all,
None but the fairest,
cease to exist.
to another form
to please each other's eyes,
lipstick, lashes and stuff on a face,
to hide the eyes taking away what will replace,
the beauty of a face.
I stare at you,
broken on my floor
and see the child
I could not adore
one side empty the other a reflection,
both a man inside me,
Shades of broken glass reveal
bold blue buccaneer beats
battalions of balesome beasties
chose his weapon
well, as it has maintained
its gleam long after Camelofs
123. IN CLOSING
I regret that I have but one mind to share
This flurry of thoughts and non-actions have
lead me back to a familiar scene, but unfamiliar
to myself until now.
I realize that confusion is apparent as I ramble
out these last words, but alas, a time has
come and the end beckons.